Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.